Galway Bay

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland

Then maybe at the closing of your day

You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh

And see the sun go down on Galway BayJust to hear again the ripple of the trout stream

The women in the meadow making hay

And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin

And watch the barefoot gossoons at their playFor the breezes blowing o'er the seas from Ireland

Are perfumed by the heather as they bloom

And the women in the uplands digging praties

Speak a language that the strangers do not knowFor the stranger came and tried to teach us their way

They scorned us just for being what we are

But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams

Or light a penny candle from a star